Hot Single Daddy - Page 9

Then, he smirks as he pulls a small plastic baggie out of his back pocket, inside of which is my lube. It’s undeniable because the K-Y brand stands out in big block letters through the clear plastic. My face goes ashen and then bright red.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

How the hell did this happen? Of course, of all the things I brought for the sleepover, I would forget this! I need it when I use my dildo, but why didn’t I remember to pack it away? It must have slipped under the bed or something.

Speaking of which, where is my dildo? Oh my god, I hope I didn’t forget that too!

As if reading my mind, the handsome man smirks again.

“You did forget it. Your dildo cum vibrator is at my house,” Marcus says simply.

My heart sinks and I silently pray for the world to open up and swallow me whole. “No, that’s not possible.”

“But it is, Bella. I found it when I was cleaning the guest room today.”

My mind races. How can that be?

Then the morning comes back to me in a flash. I hadn’t really put anything away before I went downstairs to make coffee, and then seeing Marcus threw me into a frenzy. I ended up packing like a madman as I left, and I must have forgotten these two items. They were probably under the pillow or mixed up with the sheets, and I didn’t do a thorough scan before taking off.

My heart crashes into the ground and fire overtakes my entire form. I feel like I’m burning up from the inside out, and I’m going to collapse into a heap of ashes, I’m so embarrassed.

“Um thanks,” I mutter, staring at my feet. “I really appreciate it.”

Marcus laughs, although the sound comes out a bit hoarse.

“Oh no, sweetheart. I don’t have the dildo with me right now. You’ll have to come by and get it.”

But I’m still not thinking straight.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to leave it at your place,” I say, fumbling over the words. “Please, don’t judge me on this. I should have cleaned up after myself. I can imagine what you’re thinking right now.”

“No, I don’t think you can,” Marcus intones, his voice deeper than usual. “I’m not mad, Bella. Relax.”

“Do you have it with you? I can go put it in my car really quickly.” My voice comes out in a rush and obviously, I’m totally discombobulated and not thinking straight.

Marcus shakes his head. “Again, sweetheart, I didn’t bring it.”

This time, my chin snaps up to look at him.

“What? You didn’t?”

He shakes his head. “No. I thought it would be better if you picked it up at the house.”

I nod furiously. “Oh sure, of course. I can get it tomorrow, whenever is convenient for you. But please, Mr. Randall, can we not tell Faith about this? I’d rather she not know about the situation. She’d never let me live it down!”

He grins.

“In that case, we’d better do the handoff when Faith isn’t home. She’s working a double shift at the diner tonight, and she won’t be home until early tomorrow morning. Are you able to stop by after work today?”

I gape for a moment. Today? I wasn’t prepared for that. I was hoping that I’d have some time to collect myself before showing up at the Randall home. But then, my mouth opens.

“Um sure! I’ll come by tonight,” I say in a rush.

Marcus nods, smiling that wicked smile again. “Don’t be embarrassed, Bella. It’s fine, really. You’re a woman and women have urges, just like men.”

I meet his eyes and I’m almost shocked at the fire burning in those blue depths. But I clamp down on the answering flame rising in my breast.

“Thanks, Mr. Randall,” I squeak, gripping the plastic baggie tight before stuffing it awkwardly in a pocket. It bulges, but what can I do? “I really should get back to work.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight.”

With a wave, he strolls around the building to the parking lot out front. Finally, I’m alone, and I take a deep breath, still shaking from the encounter. This is my worst nightmare. I never should have brought my toy to the Randalls’ house! What in the world was I thinking?

Yet, deep down, it’s also exciting. I don’t know why, but I like the idea of Marcus seeing my personal sex toy, and even touching it. Did he do more than pick it up? Did he imagine me using it on myself?

But therein lies the question because my conscious brain tells me that the handsome man found it while he was cleaning the room the next day. But in my heart of hearts, somehow I know it’s not true. Marcus Randall saw me diddling myself, and instead of being embarrassed, instead all I feel is a rush of need. What will tonight bring?

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